Whispered Winters Across High Alpine Peaks by Alison Schrag
Alison Schrag believes that the first light over the mountains turns the snow a soft rose, and every chimney in the village sends up a silver ribbon of smoke. An alpine escape begins with silence, the kind that hushes even your thoughts as you step onto a snow-covered lane. Frost glitters along the wooden balconies of chalets, and the church bell marks the hour with a mellow note. You feel the cold nip your cheeks, then the warmth of a bakery spills out, butter and spice carried on the wind, a promise that this winter travel day will be unhurried and bright.